"Remember the old days, Itami?" I mused, staring down the barrel I was
cleaning.  "Remember the days of contract, kill and paycheck, before all
these celestial beings came down to tweak us off?"  Itami grunted from his
desk.  I squinted, making sure the chambers were free of dirt.  It was an
old six shooter, one of the first guns I ever got my hands on.  While I was
reminiscing, I let the old memory slip past my eyes.

        I was nervous, guns being illegal.  The dealer was a friend of a
friend of some guy I met at a bar after a long drunken night of karaoke.  I
had watched that Kurosawa movie the day before, the one where the cop gets
his gun stolen, and has to chase that guy down.  Was thinking of how it
might happen to me, I'd go on killing rampages, and get chased by the cops.
Not really unlike now.  I knew that I'd end up in jail, or dead in the back
alleys of a Tokyo slum.
        Never thought I'd be making a decent amount of money.  So I met
this guy in a back alley, gave him some code line, and he showed me the
piece.  I didn't know what the hell it was back then, all I cared was that
it shot pieces of spinning metal at high velocities.  So I gave him my
paycheck from Makkudo, and he gave it to me.

        I practiced my hip draw for hours in front of a mirror.  I even
tried spinning it, like in the American westerns.  I put on shades and a
trenchcoat, and pretended I was a gangster.  Then Itami caught me.  He was
smirking.  I've never done anything like that since back then.
Professional Yoi, thats me.  Living out some kid's wild bloody dream, and
hating every minute. Maybe I should enjoy myself, despite the millions of
otherworldly forces trying to make me work for them?  Or better yet..  What
am I getting for being this 'fateless' neutral thing? Sure, I'll get turned
back to a man, but if I weren't in this whole business, I would've never
lost my three best friends to begin with.  But if I was a rare product,
(which I really hoped I was), then I was in demand.

        I put down the gun and lit up a cigarette.  "Remember those old
days.." I was mumbling.  "You know what I say to those old days Itami?"  He
gave me a look, and his eyebrow moved a centimeter in an upward direction.
I could see the corners of his mouth twitch, and I followed his eyes down
to the gun.  Years later, and the bastard was still grinning.  I picked it
back up, spun the barrel, locked it in, and did a few tricks.  When I
started cursing and holding my head in pain, Itami actually snickered.  I
picked up the gun from the floor, and put it solidly back into my hand.
        "Well.."  Damn that was going to leave a bruise.  I pulled out a
little mirror, and looked to see the word 'tloC' tattooed on my head.
"Right," I continued, trying to look cool. "You know what I say to those
old days, Itami?"  I pulled the hammer back.

        "Fuck em."

Improfanfic presents...


MAGICAL GIRL HUNTERS


An Improfanfic created and started by Aaron Shattuck.


Episode 41: Pay the man


Written by Mike Thrall


Edited by smoking crack, and hitting buttons. Whee!

        "Veracity!"  I called out, louder than necessary.  She was hard to
pull away from that TV sometimes.  I felt for her, being trapped near the
statue and everything, and I guess it was her only good window out.
Sometimes I was curious about how she got that way, and who she had been
when she was more... physical.  But usually when I started to wonder about
life, life would start wondering about me.  That usually led to explosions.

        "Yes, Yoi-san?"  Her eyes never left the TV set.  Too bad,
considering how much I liked to see them at times.  Then I though of Aika's
brown ones.  I saw millions of brown eyes every day walking through Japan,
but there was something specific about Aika's.  They glittered when she
came by, not like the ones of the salarymen, which were as uniform as their
suits.

        "Call Mai and Kyo again.  Have them show up here, and tell them I'm
interested in working some things out here."  I grinned through the smoke
as Veracity touched the speed dial button.  The twins were getting less
pleased each time I called them.  I wouldn't be surprised if I saw the
Ass-capper swinging around pretty soon.  I took another drag, and ground
out the butt in an ashtray.  I went back to cleaning my guns, taking out my
new Desert Eagle, and polishing it.  "By the way," I said to Itami, "Where
is H?  I want to have other people here in case something new breaks down
the door."

        H stood up from beneath the desk, wearing her new uniform and a
feline smile. "I'm right here Yoi, don't worry.. I'll be waiting to see if
anything blows up.."  She winked at me, and then ducked back below his
desktop.  Itami just went back to playing darts from his desk.  I tried to
shove my eyes back in my head.  The worst part was that he was still
hitting the center.

        A moment later she popped back up, still grinning.  "There now
dear," came her silk voice, "Now we're all clean, and ready to go to our
date tonight."  I unconciously polished my gun harder.

        No.  Its not Freudian.

        I guess its gotta be nice to get all that stuff over with before
the date actually occurs.  I suppose it would take some tension off.  Not
like I'd really had a date that ended like that for quite some time.  Not
since Reika.

        "So H, I guess you won't be going on a dinner date, eh?"
Wisecracks would get me in trouble.  But I didn't want to think about
women.  H gave me a little cute grin.  She looked like a girl on her 16th
birthday.. whose boyfriend had thought that bondage gear would be fun.  I
shuddered.

        "Nope! Itami and I are going dancing!  Thats why I had to clean his
shoes!"  H produced a jar of shoe polish from the bustier, and Itami put
his shiny shoes up on the desk, with a ghost of a smile.  I opened my
mouth, and then went back to polishing my gun.

        So the afternoon went on.  I finished up on my pistols, and called
it good.  Flipping out a little MD player, I popped in a copy of the new
Sex Machine Guns album, with the Mikan song.  Sure, Devonshire made fun of
the group when he was here before.  He did think that most of the band were
hot though.  Of course, he didn't know then that they were all men.  I love
gaijin.

        Around four in the afternoon, Mai showed up at the office.  He had
a white jacket, white shirt, and white tie.  It was all very crisp and well
pressed.  But it didn't really match the red face.  He strode right past
Veracity, who ignored him anyway to watch the new episode of Beat Takeshi's
Unbelievable.  She kept claiming that she was the ghost on one of the
reruns, and was always watching to see her five minutes.

        Mai stopped right before my desk, and stood there, trying to tower
over me.  He was nearly breathing fire, and his eyes were drilling right
into my skull.  I gave him a trademark Yoi 'Smiley' Kurosaka grin, and a
friendly wave.  "So one-wing,"  I joked, "How's heaven?"

        This did not improve things, as he only got redder.  I amused
myself by watching the little vein on his forehead.  "Heaven," he growled,
"is not happy at me, and I am not happy at you Kurosaka.  I've just been
chewed out by every boss I have at letting Ramsbottom slip away after
seeing him, and then got called to come over here.  I am not some monkey
you can call over at your every whim Yoi."  I looked at my watch.

        "Seventy over one ten.  Not too bad."  I smiled pleasantly.  "But
I'm glad you're not a monkey," I remarked, "I wouldn't want to clean up the
feces."  He kept staring,  confused.  "You never got taken to a zoo as a
child, did you Mai?"  More confusion.  "Yeah, I bet your Dad would have
come in with you, and left with something like 'Sailor Pissmonkey'," I
grinned.  I was hoping to cheer him up.

        I didn't cheer him up.  Itami looked mildly concerned as Mai
wrapped his hands around my throat and starting shaking it back and forth.
"I.. have... something.. you.. might.. like.... to.. hea..urk."  My head,
which was being throttled, suddenly hit the back of my chair.  I massaged
my throat with one hand, and picked up a glass of booze with another.  The
liquid chill eased the pain on the way down, and the fire of the alcohol
did better when it hit my stomach.

        "What is going to cheer me up, Yoi?"  Mai's fists were balled, as
if he were still choking something, and his voice was like glass shards.  I
was glad I could catch him on such a good day to debate.  I finished off
the liquor, and put my hands on the desk.

        "I might be willing to work for Order."  I said.  I leaned back,
and waited for the reaction to take hold.  At first, he just stopped
trembling, which was nice, because it had been making my desk move.  Then
his face cleared, and he looked at me with eyes like a kid caught in a
rifle sight.

        "What?"  He exclaimed.  "When the hell did you decide this? I
thought -"  I cut him off.

        "I haven't decided anything."  I smiled a bit.  "What I'm saying is
that I'm currently contemplating offers.  Ramsbottom," I paused, watching
him twitch as I mentioned the name, "has offered for me to become the
champion of Chaos.  Now, you see, I've been thinking hard on this fateless
thing.." I was lying.  I had just come up with this off the top of my head
earlier.  Cleaning guns was like that sometimes.. ideas come to you.  I
thought of it like a kind of meditation.  Not like that Zen stuff, but
something more for badasses.  A shit-kicking meditation.  "And I've decided
that I might work towards this whole destiny thing, if I could know one
thing."

        Mai's expression brightened up to the level of a dim bulb.  But I
couldn't say I was wanting him to embrace me and call me brother.  In fact,
I didn't even want to be one of his distant relatives.  "Yoi, you've seen
the light,"  he smiled, sounding all too much like those wackos at the foot
of Mt Fuji.  "You see Yoi, the forces of Order are the best side to join.
I know you think that they just produce endless amounts of Magical Girls,
but really Yoi, thats not us.  We're the good guys!"  He smiled blankly for
a moment.  "Tell me what you want to know about us.. we are furthering
Japan, and the world. C'mon, got any questions?"

        "I want to know whats in it for me."  I spoke firmly, with a secret
smile in the back of my mind.  Now this was a proactive Yoi.  If I was the
fateless, then I would deal with it like I dealt with my other customers.
Best contract wins.  Mai was blanching.  I know I had him fooled for a
moment. Some said I should have morals.  I said show me the money.

        He returned to staring at me, this time looking more a hurt puppy.
But I had experience with hurt puppies.  They tended to lock down on your
ass the minute you show it.  "Well, Yoi," he said, "I'll have my bosses get
back to you then.  We can send you some terms of employment, and work from
there."  He spun on his heel, and walked sharply out.

        I was still grinning.  This was much more enjoyable than having
them come to me and make phantom bargains.  I am a contract worker after
all.  "So Itami, what do you think we'll get out of them?" My partner
shrugged once.

        "Harps," he mumbled. *Thunk*

        "Is the big bad Yoi going to work for to voices of evil?
Ohohohohoho!"  H was giving me the 'Call me Queen' laugh.  I admit that me
working for the forces of Order was a pretty frightening idea, but it might
be worth a shot.  I certainly could use a bit more of it in my life.

        "H, H, H," I began.  "You shouldn't assume things.  I'm not going
to work for the forces of good.  I'm going to work for the forces of
order."

        "Order, good, same thing," she feh'd.

        "Not so," said I, "After all... just look at the government."

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        Later on in the day we broke out the tapes.  We hadn't in a while.
Itami and I rifled through them, and pulled out one of our favorites to
begin with.  I popped some popcorn, and he ordered sushi.  I told Veracity
to hold all calls, so we could wait for our next contract.  I popped the
video in the VCR and settled down to wait.  Itami's face softened up, and
we waited for the title.  Both of us loved Lupin III.

        It had been months at least since we did this.  These dated back to
our high school days, where we'd watch them almost every day.  We knew the
lines to most of the movies, and recited them on cue.  Itami always liked
Goemon, and I saw how his hand patted the hilt of his new sword every time
that the samurai cut.  I was always agreeing with Jigen, and trying to
figure out what guns he was using, and hold them up myself.  Lupin himself
was a klutz, we both agreed.  It was those two that kept him going.

        We were just finishing up the castle of Caligistro when our old
klunky fax machine kicked up some dust, and began to work.  It coughed out
a couple pieces of paper, and settled back down into hibernation.  I picked
them up, and put them out on the desk before me.

        "Hey Itami, c'mere for a second."  He looked at me, looked back at
the movie, and walked over to my desk.  It was his way of telling me that I
was forcing him to miss his favorite scene.  I just pointed at the paper,
and looked up at him.  He turned his back to the TV and sat down.  We were
looking at the contract to join up with Heaven.

        Itami pulled a little hilighter pen out of his pocket, and began
marking up little parts of the contract.  I flipped through it, making
little mental notes about this clause and that clause.  It wasn't very well
written, and Itami had to stop a few times and go back.  The benefits
weren't too bad, and I presumed it would lead to a more stable life.  We
didn't have much time to check it although, as our next big one showed up.

        "Care for some tea, Yoi?"  Ramsbottom materialized next to me with
tea and suit as usual, and as was becoming usual, I put a death dealing
object to his head.

        "ID?"  My voice held as much emotion as Itami's did.  Still, no use
taking chances.  Who knew which one it was, or what it might want.

        "Have you killed the First yet, Yoi?  If so then we can get to work
on your gender change."  So it was this one.  Good.  I lowered my gun down,
resting it on the desk, without it leaving my hand.  Itami was still
reading through the contract.

        "I've been thinking, 'old chap'.  You said that Chaos could help me
big time if I help them out.. what exactly are we talking about here?"
Ramsbottom grew a big smile, and reached into that little vest of his.  He
whipped out a small pamphlet, which he then handed to me with a tip of his
bowler.

        It read: So, you've decided to join Chaos.

        It was pretty nice too.  Nice pictures of twisting labyrinths, odd
runes, and insane cultists smiling for the camera.  There was a fluffy
opening about how Chaos was a vital part of the world, a page about the
creative process of the human race, and something about 'not getting
stomped down by the Man'.

        "Pull up a chair or something NB.."  I put the pamphlet down on the
desk, and started going through it with Itami, whispering back and forth.
Ramsbottom pulled out a nice Ottoman chair from nowhere, and sat down,
sipping at his tea.  His eyes were cold and hard from beneath the bowler,
like an insect preparing to devour its prey.

        I ignored those eyes as best I could, and kept comparing the sheet
with the one sent from heaven.  "My," I commented, "you guys have good
writers.  This thing is pretty clean reading, and put together well."  One
of life's little ironies I suppose.  "It wasn't it all as I'd expect."

        "Exactly."  Ramsbottom twinkled his cold eyes.  "You see my boy, we
are already winning.  I think you'll find that in the infinite
possibilities of chaos, we can find a happy end for you."

        "Well, I was hoping for a happy continuing really," I retorted.
Ramsbottom was starting to actually creep me out.  I looked back at Itami,
and realized he wasn't moving.  "Damn it!  I wish you would stop doing
that!"  Ramsbottom just smiled at me, and relaxed in his chair.

        "I'm sorry Yoi, but I'd rather have this just between you, and me,"
he said, punctuating his sentence by pointing with his little finger.
"This is our business, and I think you'll find it better to consult the
options by yourself."

        I wasn't going to take that from him.  My hand slipped off the
Eagle I had, and slowly traveled down to my 'special' drawer.  "Listen," I
said, trying to distract him from the movement, "I'll consult with my
partner whenever I damn well want to.  If you think I will be outright
controlled by chaos, then you're messed up 'my boy'."

        And I was right too, because suddenly, someone started messing him
up.  I couldn't see the blur as it entered, but suddenly the chair that had
contained his plump form was lying on the ground, and he was swinging his
umbrella against a... magical girl.  I almost drew my weapon when I saw the
fuku.  But luckily I noticed the green and red hair before I could, and
realized it was Styx.

        She was looking more determined than I remember.  Her silvery staff
was feinting and jabbing towards Ramsbottom, who was doing all he could to
keep it away with his umbrella.

        "Now I have you, Ramsbottom, and I will finish you right here!"
She paused for a moment, staring him down.  He just tapped his umbrella's
end to his forehead in a taunting salute.  Then he turned his face to me.

        "Here she is my boy, the first.  Kill her, and I turn you back into
a man!"  I paused.  Styx was the First? The actual first?  I had thought of
her as some sort of a demigod before, but thinking about how far back she
must have gone, she must have accumulated the power of a major kami by now.
And Ramsbottom wanted me to kill her.

        This was going to be a hard choice.  While I wanted my manhood
back, I was wondering if I would have anything there at all if I fought
her.  "Let me consider it."  I weighed the alternatives in my head. Then I
remembered.  Styx = Magical Girl = forces of Order.  If I killed her, then
I wouldn't be able to join up.   I stared down at the two contracts, and
back up at the combatants.

        "Gimme a sec," I announced, and immediately went back to comparing.
The fighting went on, slashing, thrusting and parrying.  I was hurriedly
flipping through the two sheets of paper, comparing this to that, and
mentally adding up.  There were terms like 'random promotions', 'flexible
hours', and 'crazed gibbering' on one side, while there was 'perfect
content', 'easy living', and 'big brother is watching you' on the other
side.  They both had the same life insurance company, too. I sighed.  This
was going to be a hard choice.

        I glanced up to see that Ramsbottom was gaining the edge.  Styx's
timing was off.  She would try to block a few seconds too early, and
Ramsbottom would change his stroke, or she would get hit, then move to
parry.  Small rivulets of blood were trickling down her cheek.
Ramsbottom's umbrella had a knife blade extending from it.  His nose was
broken already, and had a couple scrapes across his face.

        I went back to the contracts, hurrying through the legal garbage.
Ninety percent of this was bound to be telling me that I had to go along
with it, and if anything at all went wrong, it would be my fault.  I could
deal with all that.  At least, I would, for the salary they wrote down.

        I skimmed, and the duo of destinies fought on.  I really wished
that Itami was here.. he was always better at cutting through the bullshit
that I was.  Itami was good at cutting through a lot of stuff.  At one
time, I think he wanted to be a doctor.  He told me all about the days when
he used to play Doctor, and they would find the kids lying around in the
bamboo forests after he was done with them, organs artfully rearranged.  He
was over that phase now, but it was still a useful talent.

        Jotting the stock options off on a notepad, I did a final analysis
of which side was better.  I took a pause, to consider the possible
repercussions I would have on choosing, and took out my new gun.  It was a
sleek silver pistol, barely large enough to be held in my hand.  The grip
was cased in hard rubber, as was the trigger.  I jiggled it, to get a feel
for the weight, and sighted down its tiny barrel.  I was afraid that if I
squeezed it too hard, I might break something, but I trusted the buzzard to
do things right.  If he had messed up on this one, (and if I lived through
it), I would stuff its remains down his long buzzard throat, and shoot it
out from the other end.

        I raised the pistol, and the fighting stopped dead.  Ramsbottom
grinned at me, and his cold eyes looked me over.  "Come now Yoi, I know you
are a reasonable man. Let us forge this alliance, and dispose of original
sin here."  I nodded my head slightly, and looked to Styx.

        "Yoi," she said to me, "consider your options."  I waited.  "I'll
help you here.  You see, you could pick the pastrami, but I saw them make
that, and its several days old, or you could pick the linguini, but if you
do that, you'll take too long and miss an important customer."

        "What?!" I managed.  Styx looked up in contemplation quickly, and
then started counting on her fingers again.

        "Oh wait," she corrected, "Yoi, if you join the forces of Chaos, it
will just send you into a downward spiral into madness, and your
personality will splinter even further.  You will be confronted each day
with new personalities, such as Aoi, Goi, Soi, Zoi, Toi, Roi, and each one
will represent a different aspect of you.  You will fight with yourself day
in and day out, lose Itami and Aika, possibly end up killing yourself, and
cute little girls will sing happy songs while doing the tango on top of
your grave."

        I paused.  She had a point.  "Well then," I pronounced, "I have
made a decision... not to work for chaos!"  Ramsbottom erupted.

        "The bitch lies!" he swore.  I had never seen Ramsbottom quite like
this.  It was an angry day.  I considered giving him my happy face, like I
did Mai, but decided instead to show him my gun.  He froze, grin still on
his face.  "Yoi, why have you chosen against me? We could have offered you
everything!"

        "No dental."  Bang.

        My new gun was something I had designed myself, while still under
the control of Lovely Rhyme and Reason's magic.  Along with the dictionary,
thesaurus, and mystical textbooks I read, (and memorized), I also found an
old high school book of experimental physics.  I theorized that if I could
make something that would reverse the alignments of these creatures back to
neutral, it would nullify their existence, since their alignment had so
shaped what they are.  I drew up the plans that night, would have sent them
to the Finn the next day if the idea hadn't come to me - patent.

        So after I got that, and started awaiting the checks, I sent it off
to Murray to be made with my other custom.  He made it in time, and I held
it in my hands now.  I wasn't sure what exactly what it would look like,
but once I pulled the trigger, a tiny red bead shot across the room, and
embedded itself into Ramsbottom.  His mouth opened wide in a silent scream,
and he started to turn a fudgy brown, slowly growing from where I shot him.
"I'm melting... meeeeeelting!!"  Its distorted voice faded off.  I watched
in awe as the transformation completed, and he spread across the carpet,
turning into a giant blob of.. something.  I walked over to the pile, and
bent down to investigate it.

        "Chocolate pudding?"  I licked the rest of the goo off of my
finger.  "Chocolate pudding is neutrality?"  Styx gave me an unknowing
shrug, and wiped the blood off of her face.

        "Some say it means something. I don't know myself."  Styx walked
around the pile to me, and offered me her hand.  I shook it, and pulled a
spoon out of my pocket.  No excuse to waste good pudding.

        "So Yoi," she said, running her fingers through her hair.  "Will
you join up with the forces of Order?"  I shook my head.

        "Are you kidding me?"  I lit up a cigarette.  They went strangely
well with this stuff.  "There have got to be dozens of people looking for
me to champion them, and I've only knocked one off the list.  Yoi Kurasaka
is a wanted man."  In a good way, even.

        "Well then Yoi Kurasaka, for saving my life, I am in your debt.  I
will have paid this off in your past, my future by giving you four tips.
Therefore, the debt is even, and I will leave."

        I thought for a second.  "Wait," I called, "no you didn't."  Styx
looked back at me, obviously confused enough.  "You told me you'd answer
three questions of mine when you saw me in my future," I lied.  I figured
that, knowing the dimension I was in now, messing with time was just going
to put me in a better one.  Whats the worst it could do?

        "Uhm.. ooh-kay," Styx stuttered.  She was completely taken.
Sometimes its feels good to be me.

        "First, I want to know how many Ramsbottoms there are here.
Second, how did they all get here? Third, what is Koi up to?"  I was on a
roll today.  Take out a bastard, get some answers, and a lot of free
pudding to boot.

        Styx concentrated for a moment.  "There are about 5 Ramsbottoms on
this plane at this juncture in time.  Two of them are latent."  Latent? Did
that mean that they would be walking down the street one day, and realize
'Hey, wait a minute... I'm chaos!'.  Styx  went on.  "They got here because
of the one that you just shot..  You see, he has been planning to take over
this plane for chaos for quite a while, and smuggles in other versions of
himself now and then if we don't catch him.  The other ones don't know him,
and he has no idea what they do, but its all chaotic."  Hmm.. that didn't
really help me understand any more, but it held up.  Ramsbottom had blamed
a temporal problem for the others, and I guess he was right.  "As for Koi,"
Styx said, "He will try and tempt you, but if you remember who you really
are.."

        "No, no," I said, waving around my hands.  "I killed that one.  I
mean the new Koi."  Styx blinked, and went back to counting her fingers, as
if one would go missing if she didn't check every so often.

        "Oh, that one.  Well you see Yoi, since he took on an incarnation
of Ramsbottom, chances are he's been influenced by chaos.  How can I say
what his motives are?"  I sighed.  Another great lead.  I hadn't learned
that much from her, but at least I knew a little.

        "Oh and Yoi?"  She turned her head, about to enter a glowing
portal.  I looked up.  "The other ones will probably be after you."  Shit.

        She left, and time started up again.  Call me neurotic, but I hoped
I wouldn't have to deal with those damned freezes again.  The way I looked
at it, I was losing precious life seconds each time I entered one of those.
If I kept up with it, I would be an old geezer when Aika was legal, and
that wouldn't be fun at all.  Did I just think that?  Uhm... uh.. Damn this
stuff was good.

        I caught Itami and H staring at me, or perhaps at the large mess on
the floor.  "Yoi?" H said, "What are you eating?"

        I just smiled.  "When I shot Ramsbottom with my new gun, it turned
into chocolate pudding.  Want some?"  H just paled.

        "So what you're saying... is that you're eating Ramsbottom."  I
froze.  The spoon slipped from my hand, and unfortunately so did the gun.
There was a liquid plop as it buried itself in the stuff, and I had to
reach in and grab it out..

        "Damnit," I swore, "I just washed this thing.  And look at my new
gun!"  I inspected it with distaste.  Pudding was everywhere.. down the
barrel, in the trigger.  I had just gotten the thing.

        "Cleaner," Itami offered, pointing towards my desk, where all my
tools were still lying out from earlier.

        "Nah," I said, "it might just misfire, and then I'd be the one
lying in a mess all over."

        "Yeah Yoi," H chuckled, "But then you might actually get eaten
out!"  She giggled, I moaned.  Its a good thing Aika didn't hang around
here all the time.  I contemplated dousing the gun in water, but decided
against it.

        "Cheer up," Itami muttered.  "Buzzard called.  Big one's ready."

        "Damn my luck.. I didn't even get to give it a name."  I was
complaining, but I don't like it when my new toys break.  Itami snickered.

        "Pudding popper."

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The End!! Waaai!

My second impro and stuff.  This one was even on time!  Anyway, I apologize
if I move the plot along too much without much action.  Hopefully it gave
you all a giggle anyway.  Any reviews will be gratefully accepted at
mthrall@gac.edu, or the Impro message board.  I realize that the gun I had
made was way too powerful, and so I had it dumped in pudding. Deux ex and
all that. Well, tut tut, cheerio, and don't get lost in infinity.

The Assassin